I’m sharing a tidbit of my upcoming release, Abel’s Obsession, which is slated for a Sept release. Abel Beiler was born Amish, but events crash against his stoic life, tempting and drawing him to a place he never expected to be.

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BLURB:

A young man of religious fervor and self-control, Abel Beiler has every intention of honoring his parents and being baptized into the Amish church. The woman with red curls and flashing green eyes in the back of a convertible, however, makes Abel wonder what life with the English might be like.

He strives to withstand temptation, but the memory of the woman he yearns to dominate, coupled with the explicit images in his cousin’s filthy magazine, threatens his restraint.

Red, his sinful obsession, haunts his shameful dreams and becomes a secret part of his life. When faced with truth beyond faith, Abel must decide where he belongs—with the Amish community, or the woman who owns his heart.

SNEAK PEEK:

Much later and hoarse from singing for two hours, my curiosity overrode my better sense, and I followed Eli into the hayloft of their barn. While I held the kerosene lamp, he climbed high into the rafters and returned with a magazine clutched in his hand.

“Got this from my new English friend, Toby.” He sat on a bale, opened the magazine, and turned it toward me.

Lust kicked me in the gut, and I couldn’t speak.

A naked woman lay spread eagle and bound by ropes to a bed, a blindfold and some sort of ball gag in her mouth. A man loomed over her, whip in hand. Tear streaks lined the woman’s face. Red slashes marked her thighs. Wetness coated the pink folds of her sex, glistening, and set my mouth to watering.

The image burned into my brain—submission in an entirely different way than the Old Order’s definition of the word. Spirituality is submission, is what had been reiterated in my ears since childhood. Self-surrender. The willingness to give up oneself to the community and Gott’s chosen leaders.

I soaked in the sinful picture, and for the first time in my life wanted power. Wanted control. I wanted a woman’s submission like the man in leather beside her owned. Unable to tear my gaze off the image, I struggled to swallow.

“Didn’t know people actually did this shit.”

Eli’s curse, the first I had heard from him, barely registered past the blood rushing in my ears. My body tensed as longing to be the man standing over that woman, whip in hand raced through me faster than any thoroughbred—or car.

The image of Red flashed in my mind, and suddenly it was her bound to the bed in the picture, breathing heavily, trembling, and begging for me…

I’ve always loved to read. As far back as I can remember, I’ve loved books. If I could have been reading all the time, I would’ve been. But, I had to go to school and learn things, too.

That said, I did get into trouble once and it was big trouble. Sounds silly looking back on the moment, but at the time, it was…er…murder.

I was in the sixth grade (Maybe it was the 7th, I’m not totally sure now), but I was in English class and supposed to be diagramming sentences. Right. It wasn’t a difficult task. But, I didn’t want to. You see…I’d picked up a copy of Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie. I blew through the book. Like, didn’t pay attention in science class or math, I was so engrossed. I had to know what would happen next. I hid the book under the desk and read instead of doing whatever it was we were learning. Hey, the book practically cried out for me to read it. Unfortunately, my English teacher didn’t share my vigor. Nope. She caught me. Three times. Each time after being redirected, so to speak, I’d go right back to my book. Now you’d think reading a book wouldn’t be so horrible. I was reading! But I was supposed to be working on diagramming sentences so I’d know what a hanging gerund was (I’m still not entirely sure, but that’s not important right now). Yeah, so the fourth time was the last straw for the teacher. I still wasn’t done with the book, but she wasn’t having any of this. She took the book away. Yep. Poof! Gone. No book. Sad Megan. So not fun. I had to actually diagram those sentences and was in trouble. She pulled me aside after class and reminded me I was in school to learn… not read. GASP! I know. She called my mother and reminded her that I wasn’t paying attention. Oh, boy, did I get into trouble when I got home.

All because of a book. To this day, I love Murder on the Orient Express and will take time here and there to read it. It’s my form of fighting the machine, I guess. Hey, you have to take time to read. 🙂

Speaking of reading, want to read a little bit about my latest release, Making the Play? You sure do! Here you go!

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Making the Play

Megan Slayer

Out of Bounds Series

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Novella

Sports Romance

Pride Publishing

Sometimes switching things up really does mean getting the guy.

Allan Clark thought his life as a wide receiver for the Wildcats was over the moment he was told he’d be the new punt returner. He’d thought he didn’t want to be a special teams player. He’d rather have the limelight. But once he starts returning punts, he realizes this was where he should’ve been all along. Speaking of perks, he now gets to spend time with the sexy kicker, Tyler Leigh. Maybe this switch is the best thing that could’ve happened to him.

Unlike Allan, Tyler isn’t planning on going into the draft or playing football for the rest of his life. He’s got other plans, though a side trip in the sheets with Allan isn’t off his radar. He’s wanted Allan since he joined the team. But Tyler’s got baggage and an overzealous ex-boyfriend hell-bent on making his life miserable. With Allan, he sees a bright spot.

Will these two seeming opposites leave their desires on the field, or will they find common ground together and score?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of masturbation, implied abuse as well as references to violence, physical assault and emotional abuse.